Ironcalves is standing on the desk. She is wearing black D Orsay pumps. Her legs glisten. She is going up and down on her toes, but since the pumps are so high, she can only go up a fraction. Never mind, though. What you see is spellbinding. With each tiptoe, her already angular calves get frighteningly more so. You bring your face close and you see a vein wending its way up the ledge of muscle on her left calf. Your gaze plays down to her pumps and you hear the thump, thump, thump as her heels hit the desktop. She keeps going. Her calves clench hard and you are rapturized. When you step back,...
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Ironcalves is standing on the desk. She is wearing black D Orsay pumps. Her legs glisten. She is going up and down on her toes, but since the pumps are so high, she can only go up a fraction. Never mind, though. What you see is spellbinding. With each tiptoe, her already angular calves get frighteningly more so. You bring your face close and you see a vein wending its way up the ledge of muscle on her left calf. Your gaze plays down to her pumps and you hear the thump, thump, thump as her heels hit the desktop. She keeps going. Her calves clench hard and you are rapturized. When you step back,...